She quickly added him as a friend.
Jaxson: "If your daughter has any further issues, I'll take full responsibility."
Phoebe: "Okay."
Jaxson sent over a video.
It showed the chubby Theo scrambling across the floor to avoid a beating, squealing like a little piglet about to be sent to the slaughterhouse.
Phoebe watched it once, understanding that Jaxson's message was clear: they were even, so she shouldn't hold a grudge.
It was obvious that Jaxson cared deeply for the boy, likely because he was born to a woman he loved very much.
A sour feeling bloomed in Phoebe's chest. She had seen how protective Jaxson was of the chubby kid that afternoon.
Even the beating in the video was clearly just for show; he hadn't really hurt the boy.
Of course.
With Jaxson's status, if he wanted a child, there was no shortage of women willing to give him one.
Phoebe let out a bitter laugh. She replied to the video message: "Received."
She locked all her emotions away.
That very night, Lily developed a fever.
To prevent any further infection, Phoebe put masks on both herself and Lily and rushed to the hospital's emergency room.
Once there, the examination revealed the usual chronic issues.
The doctor pointed to the curtained area in the back. "Take the child over there and wait. We need to mix an IV drip for her."
"Okay, thank you, Doctor."
Holding her daughter's tiny body as they sat in the cubicle, Phoebe used her free hand to check the messages on her phone.
She had studied art and had been drawing illustrations since college.
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